Yes, yes, I know I just had a holiday, but I need another one.
I got back late on Sunday afternoon and dived straight into filling in as news editor on Kidspot on Monday. Then, on Tuesday I volunteered to start work from 6am each day. (So if I whinge about it, slap me.)
Why not? I thought. I’m a morning person!
There’s a vast difference between choosing to wake up at sparrow’s fart and knowing you have to wake up at sparrow’s fart.
It made it very difficult to sleep on Monday night, fretting that I’d sleep in, which is crazy because I NEVER sleep in.
Well, I thought I did on Sunday, when I was very proud of myself for sleeping until 7am … until I realised daylight savings had kicked in and my phone had gone forward and hour.
I’ve been sooooooooo exhausted ever since I got home.
Blearily, bone-tired exhausted.
I almost sobbed when the eldest informed me she thought she had nits on Tuesday night and I had to sit combing conditioner through her hair.
I think it was a false alarm, but I couldn’t quite tell because I appear to have become very short-sighted recently.
Bloody old age.
I’ve been fantasising about holiday destinations to get me through the weary days. My first choice is always Hawaii, but I don’t think I’ll get there for another year or so.
I have some US dollars squirreled away that are burning a hole in my pocket, so I’m wondering if I can swing a trip there.
You see, it looks like I’ll be able to start saving money – I’ve just started working five days a week … hang on, that’s what I should have been blogging about today … House is no longer at home, she’s a full-time working mum for the first time in nine years.
Wow, that’s a shock to the system.
Push came to shove and I decided I was over the stress that comes from forgotten $1000 medical bills.
But, I have to say, working five days a week is intense, especially as a single mum.
How do so many people do it?
How will I cope?
I’ve been reminding myself plenty of people cope just fine.
I was a bit of a princess being part-time for so long.
Welcome to the real world.
What do you think the perfect working week would look like? I’m thinking Tues-Thurs would be nice …
Song of the day: Dolly Parton “Nine to Five”